Singer: Mao Amin album: Mom by Candlelight
Mom, I want to tell you,
Words come to my mouth and I swallow them,
Mom, I want to smile at you,
There are small tears in my eyes.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your black hair is frosted,
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your cheeks are printed with so much care.
Oh, mom,
Mother by candlelight,
Your waist is too tired to stand up straight,
Mom, mom by candlelight,
Why did your eyes lose their luster?
Mom, my daughter has grown up.
I don't want to take your skirt through spring, summer, autumn and winter.
Oh, mom, believe me,
A daughter has a reward from her own daughter.
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magnificent
Singer: Jenny Tseng Album: Red Lips and Green Wine
Think of mom's words every night.
Lu, tears for you
The stars in the sky can't talk
The doll on the ground misses her mother.
Eyes in the sky blink and blink.
Mom's heart, Hua Bing.
The tea garden in my hometown is full of flowers.
Mom's heart is at the end of the world.
Think of mom's words every night.
Lu, tears for you
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Think of mom's words every night.
Lu, tears for you
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Think of mom's words every night.
Glittering tears
Shining tears (singing)
I know the midnight stars will sing.
Homesick night, it echoes with me in this way.
I know the afternoon breeze will sing.
Childhood cicada, it always follows the trend of mutual echo.
With makeup in his hand.
The mood becomes barren.
Only to find that everything in the world will change.
When youth keeps a diary
Uzi will turn white hair.
The only constant is that song.
Sing back and forth in your heart
Ilnya pasdamoun has no history
On the way to Turkey, the bus passed the place where the 1999 earthquake occurred. The tour guide told a touching and sad story, which happened the day after the earthquake. ...
After the earthquake, many houses collapsed, and rescuers from all over the world kept searching for possible survivors.
Two days later, they saw an incredible picture in the ruins-a mother, with her hands on her back, carrying stones that she didn't know weighed. As soon as she saw the rescuers, she cried desperately: "Help my daughter, I have been holding on for two days, and I can't hold on ..."
Her 7-year-old daughter is lying in a safe space, supported by her hands.
The rescuers were frightened. They tried to move the surrounding rocks, hoping to rescue the mother and daughter as soon as possible. But there are too many stones and they are too heavy. They will never reach them soon.
Media reporters came here to take photos, rescuers were crying and digging, and hard mothers were struggling and waiting. ...
Looking at the pictures on TV and newspapers, the Turks were so sad that they shed tears.
More people put down their work and devoted themselves to the rescue operation.
The rescue operation lasted from day to night. Finally, a tall rescuer reached out and pulled the little girl out, but … she had been dead for a long time.
Mother asked eagerly, "Is my daughter still alive?"
Thinking that her daughter is still alive is the only reason and hope for her to endure for two days.
The rescuer finally couldn't stand it. He was in tears: "Yes, she is still alive. Now we have to take her to the hospital for emergency treatment, and then we have to send you! " "
He knew that if his mother heard that her daughter was dead, she would lose the will to survive and put down the earth and stone to crush her, so she lied to her.
Mother smiled wearily. Later, she was rescued and sent to the hospital. Her hands were once stiff and unable to bend.
The next day, many Turkish newspapers had pictures of her hands on the ground, with the title: "This is maternal love".
The tour guide said, "I am not easy to get emotional, but I cried when I saw this report." Every time I take a group through here, I tell this story. "
In fact, not only did he cry, but we also cried in the car. ...
Mom! You are a lotus leaf, I am a red lotus, and the raindrops in my heart are coming. Except you, who is the shade under my unobstructed sky? -Bing Xin
The only unpolluted love in the world-maternal love.
There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother (Dante)
Motto describing maternal love
1 Gonchard's famous saying: Motherly love never dries up. This shows that maternal love is very great and will always be with us.
Lao She said: Losing a loving mother is like putting a flower in a bottle. Although there is still color and fragrance, it has lost its roots. I think this sentence shows that loving mother is as important to a person as roots are to flowers.
All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers. (Gorky)
Motherly love is a huge flame. (romain rolland)
There is one of the most beautiful voices in the world, and that is the mother's call. (Dante)
A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child not be sweet when sleeping in it? (Hugo)
The sweetest word a person's lips can utter is mom, and the most beautiful call is "mom". (Ji Bolun)
Motherly love is the greatest power in the world. (Mill)
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is a partner in failure. (Zheng Zhenduo)
10 maternal love is so strong, selfish and fanatical that it occupies the feelings of our whole soul. (Duncan)
mother love
It is the communication and fusion of blood and pulse.
It is the blessing of the child and the pain of the mother.
mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
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mother love
Like the spring wind.
She gave it a gentle brush.
The earth will be green.
mother love
It is a cloud in the sky.
Always let the scorching sun
Go through her first.
Give the earth wind, rain and peace.
mother love
This is the sunset after the rain.
Always let the washed earth
Lying in your arms and never giving up.
Write colorful life dreams in the high sky.
say goodbye to
A ray of moonlight slanted into the room,
In a quiet workshop,
The kind mother is packing for her son.
Want to stop ...
Sunlight swallowed the darkness.
At the gate of the station,
A thousand words are all in silence.
Tears are all in the words.
Tears seeped into Bemu's eyes,
My son's tears are like a downpour.
The loving mother snuggled up at the door,
I haven't been back for a long time.
Son and figure,
Disappeared in the vast alley.
Sometimes I take out my photos and look at them again and again.
Tears fell on the photo.
After electrifying, I learned that my son had excellent grades.
I'm proud of it.
Tears flow through the eyes again,
These are tears of happiness,
These are tears of excitement ...
Happiness is always accompanied by tears.
Mother is as humble as moss,
Solemn as the morning light,
As soft as the voice of Jiangnan,
Hard as a thousand years of cold jade,
When I raised my eyes,
She is Hao Yue:
When I looked down,
She is a vast land.
-Love